Seasonal Disorder

The yearning tree rages deliriously
tugging with frightened exultation
and sparkling gently in pain.
Spring dances softly
in misty swirls,
and day grows with righteousness.
An autumn gust now beams sparkling screens,
life continues
as treetops sway to the dance of the wind.

The moaning winter’s morn’ roars deeply
grumbling in sequined arrogance
and undefined with ecstacy.
Whilst cool winter whispers quietly
in misty swirls,
when day sleeps with spontaneity.
A cloud draws greyish daubs,
birds race in flocks
and nature takes a back seat in life.

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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2 Responses to Seasonal Disorder

  1. earthslang says:

    Such beautiful flow and rich description; I really like your writing! Are you new to WordPress?

    • ianvseymour says:

      Many thanks for your kind words, I’ve had some of these poems floating about for over 20 years, yes I’m new to the site, I’m migrating all my poetry and art to WordPress from Facebook, as you can see 🙂

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